I don’t know why I came over to your flat. No, that isn’t true. I came because I couldn’t wait until Monday to see you. You’re surprised to see me which is understandable but you’re still polite and pleasant. You invite me in. As I follow you through the foyer, my eyes travel over you. You look very handsome in the black shirt and trousers. Your hair is slightly damp. How I long to run my fingers through its thick, silky tresses.
My eyes alight on the table set for dinner. You’re expecting company. The two wine glasses tell me that it’s a woman. My heart sinks. I scold myself. What do you expect? I demand. A man like you wouldn’t be unattached. There has to be a special woman in your life.
You stop and face me. You smile at me, making my heart stop. You’re about to say something, when I mumble, “I’m sorry, Professor Carlyle. I can see that you’re expecting someone. I shouldn’t have come.”
“Don’t apologize, Annette,” you reply softly. “I told you that you could stop by any time.”
My eyes shift to the table and then back to you. “I should leave before your date arrives.” I turn to leave when you catch me by the shoulders. I gaze up at you, my heart pounding wildly against my ribs and my breath quickening. What beautiful eyes you have.
“I don’t have a date,” you tell me. “The table is set for my sister and her husband. They needed a quiet place to celebrate their anniversary. So, while my parents are babysitting the kids, I offered them the use of my flat. I prepared the meal and set the table for them. They should be here at any minute.”
I couldn’t hide the relief on my face. The dinner wasn’t for you and some woman as I feared but for your sister and her husband. “Your sister is very lucky to have a brother like you,” was all I could think to say.
You smile. “That’s what brothers are for. Now, since you’re here, I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me?”
Stunned, I stare at you for several minutes and then, I manage to say, “I’d like that.”
You are staring straight into my eyes as you inform me, “This is the first time I’ve asked a student to have dinner with me.”
“Could you get into trouble with the university for this?” I ask.
“No one has to know. It will be our secret.”
“Yes,” I reply breathlessly. You are still holding my shoulders. Your fingers feel strong and firm. Our bodies are inches apart. I can feel your warm breath on my forehead. In the background, soft music is playing. The air is suddenly very charged between us. I can’t tell if it’s your heavy breathing that I’m hearing or mine.
My eyes drop to your mouth. I watch enthralled as it parts before it starts to move closer. My eyes fall shut when it touches mine. I feel the heat course through my body, making my head spin. As our lips lock, my hands grip your shirt at the waist.
This feels like a dream. I can’t really be standing here kissing you. If it’s a dream, I don’t want to wake up. Your hands leave my shoulders to cup my face as the kisses become more intense.
The sudden peal of the doorbell jolt us and we reluctantly fall apart. While you go to answer the door, I try to pull myself together. When you return with a pretty brunette and a tall, attractive dark haired man are in tow. You introduce me to them.
“It’s nice to meet you,” your sister says as she shakes my hand. “Did you help him to put all of this together?” she asks, referring to the dining table.
I shake my head at once. “No. He did it all by himself.”
She looks at him. “I’m impressed,” she admits before hugging you. “Thank you.”
You smile. “You’re welcome. And now, Annette and I will leave you two alone to enjoy your evening together.”
Your brother-in-law claps you on the back. “Thanks, old Chap. It was rather sporting of you to do all of this for us.”
“It’s my pleasure. Besides, it gives me an opportunity to take this beautiful young lady out for dinner.”
I smile shyly up at you, thrilled that you think I’m beautiful.
“Well, have fun you two,” your sister says.
“You’re welcome to stay here for as long as you want,” you tell her. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight. It was nice meeting you, Annette.”
“It was nice meeting you too. Goodnight.”
You take my hand and precede me to the front door. We enjoy our own sumptuous dinner at a lovely restaurant overlooking the Thames. It’s the first of many dinners and dates.
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